Kara's Cocky Adventures, Part II
Days later, Kara felt like he was at the top of the world as he woke up. It was a beautiful, sun-filled morning and he felt the best way to start it was with a steamy shower.
His dirty clothes fell to the floor as he stripped. Shirt first, then pyjama bottoms. When he saw his pants, he saw something odd: his bulge was misshapen, almost as if he were smuggling coconuts in his pants.
The fox pulled them down and gasped at what he saw. Or rather, didn't. His balls were certainly much bigger now, maybe the size of small melons. The kinky part of his mind loved this. But above, where his normal foxhood would be, was nothing. A blank space. He panicked and grabbed the spot. He felt nothing but his own fur. It wasn't even sensitive any more! He whimpered in lament at his disappeared cock, but the part of him that loved chastity gave him a twitch in the loins. It was a strong twitch that made him chirp, a twitch that powered through the weirdness and turned him on. He reached down and rubbed his newly-massive nuts, which sent another orgasmic twitch throughout his body. After a few strokes, his fuzzy nuts began to grow even larger, swelling up to the size of cantaloupes and beyond before stopping at the size of prize-winning pumpkins. They hung heavily from his blank crotch and every stroke felt better than the last.
He should be freaking out, he knew, but it felt too damn good to pet his tight, furry sack.
Soon the feeling started to accumulate in his head and neck. His head puffed out and widened as his neck extended and thickened. His teeth receded into his now-flexible jaw and his entire head throbbed with a new but familiar sensation.
Kara was now a fox with a cock for a head and nuts that would put a tanuki to shame. And he loved it. His new dickhead was two feet long and 30cm in diameter, and it bonelessly flopped on his shoulders as he used both hands to steady it and give himself a proper look in the mirror. His reflection sent another pang of arousal through him, and this time, it wasn't a symptom of whatever curious disease he had caught. No, he was incredibly turned on by his transformation, and catching sight of the sex monster he had become made his neck stiffen and his view be limited to the ceiling as his cock-for-a-head became erect.
Pre from his tremendous testicles dripped out of his mouth, leaving a salty taste behind. He reached up with both hands to feel his still-furred, throbbing shaft of a neck. He stroked lightly and instantly moaned and coughed up another huge dollop of pre. He closed his eyes and sat himself on the floor before stroking the urethral bulge his windpipe had now become. And it felt glorious. His shaft-neck swayed with the beat of his pounding heart and his mind fogged over with thoughts of tight, warm, wet places he could stick himself in. But there were no holes around to fill, and just rubbing himself was pleasure enough. He soon came and sent thick, hot ropes of cum into the air; staining the ceiling, the mirror, the counter, and basically everything in the room with mutated fox jizz. each pulse slowly emptied his giant balls, which shrank as the seconds turned to minutes. His orgasm lasted maybe five minutes, maybe more. Kara couldn't tell. Time was a useless consideration when you have a cock for a head.
As the orgasm subsided, his head and neck returned to normal. His balls were a more manageable size and he slowly drifted off to sleep, covered in his own cum, again on the bathroom floor.